Chapter 78
Alastor was stunned and frowned.
“Anastasia’s art exhibition…” he thought.
“There is too much rage on the Internet. I suggest you… cancel the art exhibition” Alastor asked Anastasia to cancel it.
Anastasia looked at Alastor with no emotions in her eyes.
That was her last art exhibition.
She devoted all her efforts to that art exhibition.
It was her beginning and also her farewell.
It was also a memorial service that she had prepared for herself.
“I won’t cancel it. Alastor. This is my last art exhibition. After this time… I won’t hold any more art exhibitions. Just take it as the only compensation you would give me for our marriage for four years.” Anastasia looked at Alastor and begged him to participate.
She wanted her memorial service to be a little more complete.
It was also a complete end to the relationship..
“Why…” Alastor frowned in confusion. He felt anxious for no reason.
“No reason… It’s the end.” Anastasia shook her head. “Felicia still has a lot of opportunities. You just need to… Give me one last chance,”
She begged Alastor to participate in the art exhibition, and then she would give him to Felicia.
“From now on, we’ll live our separate lives.”
“There’ll definitely be no more entanglement, she thought.
Anastasia’s voice was hoarse, and her eyes slowly focused on Alastor.
“TI think about it” Alastor frowned and didn’t agree immediately.
“I’ll wait for you until the early morning” Anastasia whispered.
Alastor didn’t say anything more. He pointed to the pesto pasta on the table, motioned for Anastasia to eat, and turned around to leave.
As she heard the door close, Anastasia’s world was dark again.
Anastasia slowly stood up and sat at the dining table, wiping her tears while eating that bowl of pesto pasta.
The abuse on the Internet continued, and those netizens were still attacking Charles madly.
Anastasia called her teacher, but he didn’t want to answer her calls anymore.
Anastasia was unwilling to admit defeat. She made calls again and again, but Charles did not answer them.
Anastasia cried and hugged herself tightly, throwing her phone aside.
After a while, Charles called Anastasia.
Anastasia adjusted her mood nervously and answered the phone with trembling fingers. “M-Mr. Lexington…
On the other side of the phone, Charles was silent for a long time and sighed. “Do you regret it?”
Charles’ first question was to ask Anastasia if she regretted it..
He pondered. “If she obediently cultivated her talents and allowed her potential to flourish… If she pursued higher education abroad and returned to chart her own path… How wonderful would that be?”
However, before she reached the peak, she retreated bravely and became a housewife.
‘Mr. Lexington… I regret it. I regret it.” Anastasia cried and said she regretted it while pulling her hair tightly.
Yet, what else could she do?
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